A/N: I decided to change this up a little bit. I made some interesting add ins and what not in this chapter. Don't worry, more Na'vi interactions will appear in the next one. It's a full crossover now. Sorry :-( I can't help it. Hope you enjoy.

The Twins

Nothing. It had been two hours since the alarm first rang. Two hours stuck in the security office. Grace cradled a cup of hot chocolate in her hands and sat in front of a monitor, watching for any more breaches in the complex. Trudy was lying down on a nasty looking brown couch, a beer in hand, fast asleep. Stephen was routing through the cabinet in the small kitchen.

"Doesn't anybody on this goddamn planet drink coffee?" He asked. He sighed and gave up. He went over to the chair next to his aunt and flopped into it, squeaking into the orange vinyl.

"First of all, it's a moon." Grace corrected him. "Secondly, Trudy and I have both told you. That shit will kill you." She plucked a cigarette from the ashtray and took a puff.

"Right." Stephen replied, dragging out his sentence for effect. Grace gave him a look and turned back at the screen.

"I don't see anything. Nothing. Not one damn blip that isn't us." They both looked at the screen in silence.

The room wasn't overly large, but it was a comfortable size. Desks lined with camera links filled most of its perimeter, with a couch and a telescreen for movies in the center. A small kitchen area was put off to the side, adorned with a refrigerator and stove for cooking. That was it, small amenities, besides a bathroom that was.

"So," Grace spoke up, "what's going on with you and my pilot?"

Stephen blushed lightly, frowned, and shrugged. He honestly didn't know. He liked her, yeah, but thought that she hated him. Next thing he knew, she was kissing him and he was kissing back. It was much more confusing than pointing a gun and pulling the trigger.

"I think it's cute." His aunt told him, smiling slyly. A blip appeared on the screen.

Beep. Tick. Tick. Beep.

"What the…" Grace tapped some ashes from her smoke and nestled it between her lips. She set her cup down and leaned in towards the screen. "Son of a bitch." She whispered.

Stephen sat in his chair, just looking at the screen. Something about that noise, that beep, filled him with fear. He'd heard it before. His eyes wandered around the room, past Trudy's comfortable and beautiful form, to a locker. Getting up, he reached in no time at all. His aunt was typing away, trying to distinguish the signal. He opened it.

"Shit."

"What?" Grace asked, looking up. He stood there, holding a rifle and a box that beeped in the same way as the computer. He was just staring at her, a lost look in his eye. She repeated her question. "What?"

"Do you have any idea who operated out of here?"

"RDA. At least that's what I was told."

"You were lied to. These," he held up the weapon and box and shook them, "are standard issue for a Colonial Marine."

"Yeah, I've gotten your letters. That's a Pulse Rifle and that's a motion tracker. What of it?"

Their conversation woke Trudy. She sat up and wiped sleep from her eyes. "Whas-goin-on?" She asked.

"That means that this complex was used by Weyland Yutani."

"And?" Grace asked, getting very annoyed very quickly.

"Someone care telling me what the hell is going on?" Trudy spoke up again, stretching and standing up.

"Don't you get it!? These are the same people that controlled Olympus!"

Grace's face paled. Trudy just stood there, confused.

"What's Olympus?" She asked. Grace shot Stephen a look.

"You haven't told her yet!?"

"No and I wasn't planning on doing so."

"What the fuck is going on!?" Trudy shouted. She was one step away from firing off a round or two from her sidearm.

Stephen and Grace looked at each other. "Well," Grace started, "you tell her. She's your girlfriend."

***

"Forward Post Foxtrot- this is Lieutenant Ryder, I need bombardment on my position!"

"Roger that Lieutenant. Artillery strike commencing."

"Finally. Heads down boys! We've got armor coming in!" Able Ryder was a living legend on Pandora. He had almost single handedly taken control of all occupied Na'vi territory. He had more kills than any RDA security soldier in history. So when Ryder called in for artillery, you didn't ask why. You asked how much he needed.

Ryder burrowed deep into a fallen tree trunk. The first screech fell to the ground like the hand of god. It shook the earth underneath him. "Keep 'em coming Foxtrot!"

"Affirmative."

"Lieutenant! More comin' in from the west!" a Marine shouted.

"Shit…." He took a moment to think. "Gauss, get in that AMP Suit."

"But sir, that thing," Gauss flinched as another round screeched down from the heavens, "aint worked in weeks!"

"You don't think I know that! Its intimidation factor moron, just get in it!" The roughneck scurried inside. "Alright boys, light 'em up!" Twenty-eight machine guns opened fired at the approaching Na'vi warriors. Some fell, others ran. One rather large bloke managed to take two full clips, get into their perimeter, and take out five men. He gutted them like pigs. All fire turned upon him. The warrior pulled a shield from his back and crouched behind it. It wouldn't take long to break down and Ryder was happy. He wasn't a fan of the Na'vi.

A flash of bright cerulean light cracked through the air. It sounded like a bullwhip hitting its mark. The light burned the eyes to even glance at, but it made everything stop. It reached the AMP Suit first, tearing through Gauss and leaving through the back. Blood shot out in a splatter, covering the broken and charred foliage behind them. No one moved, not even the native. All of them just looked around, confused, terrified.

"What the hell…"

Another flash cracked through the air. Ryder started to scream orders but no one was listening. They were firing all over, firing at nothing in hopes of hitting something. Again, Ryder tried to command his troops, but they were dropping to the ghastly cerulean light. One man's head exploded, sending chunks of skull ten feet into the air. Another's torso was separated in two. They were being slaughtered by fucking ghosts. Soon it was only Ryder who was left. He had taken shelter behind the AMP Suit, cautiously watching for their opponent to show their self.

Without warning, the metal on metal contact was heard from above him. He looked up but screamed in pain as his shoulder was pierced into the ground. He writhed in place, but he was a skewer. He began to pass out, the pain was so grand. Something materialized from the air, something large and not human. Nor was it Na'vi. It was something else, something worse. The Na'vi warrior stood and threw his shield to the side, his eyes wide with fear.

"Meuia Taronyu." The Na'vi whispered. Ryder's eyes closed shut.

***

It was an old legend the Omaticaya had.

Eywa had three children when she gave birth to life. One was the people. All Na'vi were her pride and joy, always loved, always looked after. They grew up in her eye, thrived to the full extent that they could. They, however brilliant and kind they became, were not the only ones though.

The Twins. Tsmukan and Tsmuke. Brother and sister. The brother was known as Meuia Taronyu: Honour's Hunter. Tsmuke was known as Unil Vrrtep: the Dream Demon.

Meuia Taronyu was not evil. He had simply left in order to explore and fill his thirst for blood, for the thrill of the hunt. He was intelligent and crafted weapons far greater than any the sky people would bring. His build was that of a statue, tall and strong. His sense of honour would never allow him to harm the innocent, only those worthy of fighting back would fall by his blade.

Unil Vrrtep was evil. She infected all those she chose and all those who crossed her path. No one was safe. The people ran from her in terror, leaving their homes of many years behind. She was far larger than any of Eywa's children. She towered with death, using her long tail to slice life from anything. A second mouth allowed her thirst to be quelled tenfold. The large crown atop her head symbolized her status. She was the queen.

But Meuia Taronyu would not stand for her rule. He fought neither for his mother nor the people. He fought for the thrill, the excitement, the honour of the kill. He slaughtered her army, her children, his nephews, his nieces, by the thousand. Na'vi fought with him, by his side, but not under his rule. He would kill them if they got in the way.

The battle between Meuia Taronyu and Unil Vrrtep was not seen. It was heard over the worst storm Pandora ever had. It was Eywa crying as her two children, the twins, fought to the death. The thunder claps were her heart tearing. The lightning was her warning for them to stop. Neither ceased. They were locked in a cave, fighting to the death. All the Na'vi killed Unil Vrrtep's children as their brother fought against the wretch. Her screams and screeches of pain rivaled his cries of war.

When the night was over, her children dead, Meuia Taronyu came from the cave with Unil Vrrtep's head slung over his shoulder. The victor walked off into the sunrise, not speaking a word.

There had many new songs since then. Many new threats, many lives lost. It was rumored that Meuia Taronyu had left with a single niece or nephew, to the sky. It was only a rumor though. But a prophecy foretold by the last Toruk Makto warned of his coming again. It warned of the events now happening. It was a sign of war.

***

Stephen sighed. He and Trudy were sitting on the couch facing each other. "Olympus was where I was stationed before transferring here. It's still in the Milky Way system; only it's further away from the sun than Pluto."

"I've never heard of it…" Trudy replied, scouring her brain for information.

"No, no you wouldn't have. It was a well kept secret."

"What do you mean by: was?"

"Well… I kind of, sort of, blew it up…"

"Oh." Trudy sat there and twiddled her thumbs. "Why?"

"Weyland Yutani is big into Military Engineering. They find a weapon they like and expand on it, trying to cash it in for the most money. Well, they found one, a living organism." Grace sat up from her monitor and listened in. She hadn't heard this part. "They found these… monsters," the word rolled off his tongue with disgust, "and bred them. Xenomorphs are what us grunts called 'em. Nasty bastards they are. Sharp tails, tongues with mouths on the end, tall and powerful, but most of all, they were silent and had concentrated molecular acid for blood. They sneak up on you, without making a fucking noise and then manage to kill you after they are dead!" He punched the ugly couch, the ferocity and fear in his voice made Trudy shiver. "That's just the children though. The babies, they start off in eggs. They come out in spider like bodies, only to latch onto a host and fuck you in the throat, laying an embryo in there. Then that little bastard grows into a snake like thing. It eats through your chest to get out, killing you and growing into a body of death…" He paused for a moment to regain control.

"Weyland Yutani loved these things, they were the ultimate weapon. But they couldn't let the public know about them, it'd cause a major controversy. So they picked out a planet not yet colonized. Olympus. They bred those bastards there; they used their enemies as hosts. I was put on guard duty. There was an outbreak. I was the only survivor. I blew the place."

Trudy knew that there was more to it, but she didn't push. Stephen's eyes were unfocused and glossy. She moved closer to him and massaged his cheek. Another beep sounded from the monitor and Grace looked at it. Where there had only been one, there were now four.

"What the shit?" She tapped the screen again. Another beep and there were twenty. Then sixty. Grace's jaw dropped. "Um, Stephen? I think we might be in trouble."

The grates exploded from the floor as a shriek ripped through the air.

Sorry, I know it sucked. Reviews?.. eh prob not. Oh well. Can't blame you. I'll do a better job in the next one.